FASHION.

There are people, who, like new songs, are in vogue only for a time. Maxims, CCCCLIV.-ROCHEFOUCAULT.

Fashion, though Folly's child and guide of fools,
Rules e'en the wisest, and in learning rules;
From crowds and courts to Wisdom's seat she goes,
And reigns triumphant o'er her mother's foes.

The Library.-G. CRABBE.

FASHION in the last Century. Life of a Lady of I wake about two o'clock in the afternoon-I stretch, and make a sign for my chocolate. When I have drank three cups, I slide down again upon my back, with my arms over my head, while my two maids put on my stockings. Then, hanging upon their shoulders, I'm trailed to my great chair, where I sit and yawn for my breakfast. If it don't come presently, I lie down upon my couch, to say my prayers, while my maid reads me the playbills. When the tea is brought in, I drink twelve regular dishes, with eight slices of bread and butter; and half an hour after, I send to the cook to know if the dinner is almost ready. By that time my head is half dressed, I hear my husband swearing himself into a state of perdition that the meat's all cold upon the table; to amend which I come down in an hour more, and have it sent back to the kitchen, to be all dressed over again. When I have dined, and my idle servants are presumptuously

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set down at their ease to do so too, I call for my coach, to go to visit fifty dear friends, of whom I hope I never shall find one at home while I shall live.

Pray, how, madam, do you pass your evenings?

Like a woman of spirit, sir; a great spirit. Give me a box and dice. Seven's the main! Oons, sir, I set you a hundred pound! Why, do you think women are married now-a-days to sit at home and mend napkins? The Provoked Wife, Act IV. Scene III. SIR JOHN VANBRUGH.

FASHION-MONGERS. Tiresomeness of

Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardon-mes, who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O, their bons, their bons!

Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Scene IV.—SHAKSPERE.

FATALISM.

Things without remedy,

Should be without regard: what's done is done.
Macbeth, Act III. Scene II.-SHAKSPERE.

It is beneath the dignity of a soul, that has but a grain of sense, to make chance, and winds, and waves, the arbitrary disposers of his happiness; or, what is worse, to depend upon some mushroom upstart, which a chance

smile raised out of his turf and rottenness, to a condition of which his mean soul is so unequal, that he himself fears and wonders at his own height.

Inquiry after Happiness.-Rev. RICHARD LUCAS, D.D.

FATHERSHIP.

A father's heart

Is tender, though the man's is made of stone.
Night Thoughts, VIII. Line 241.-EDWARD YOUNG.

We confess small faults, in order to insinuate that we have no great ones.

FEAR

Maxims, CXXVII.-ROCHEFOUCAULT.

Ah Fear! ah frantic Fear!

I see, I see thee near.

I know thy hurried step; thy haggard eye!
Like thee I start: like thee disorder'd fly.

Odes. To Fear.-WM. COLLINS.

FEARS.

Fears,

Feeling but once the fires of nobler thoughts,

Fly, like the shapes of clouds we form, to nothing.

Thierry and Theodoret, Act IV.
BEAUMONT and FLETCHER.

FIRST LOVE. Endurance of the

First-love will with the heart remain
When its hopes are all gone by;

As frail rose-blossoms still retain

Their fragrance when they die:

And joy's first dreams will haunt the mind
With the shades 'mid which they sprung,
As summer leaves the stems behind

On which spring's blossoms hung.

FLATTERER.

First Love's Recollections.-JOHN CLARE.

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He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.

Much ado about Nothing, Act 1. Scene 1.-SHAKSPERE.

FLATTERY. Love of

We should have but little pleasure were we never to flatter ourselves. Maxims, CXLIII.-ROCHEFOUCAULT.

FLATTERY the handmaid of Sin

They do abuse the king that flatter him,
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;

The thing the which is flatter'd, but a spark,
To which that spark gives heat and stronger glowing;
Whereas reproof, obedient and in order,

Fits kings as they are men, for they may err.

Pericles, Act I. Scene II.-SHAKSPERE.

FLIGHT of SOLDIERS in a Battle.

Not a flight drawn home,

A round stone from a sling, a lover's wish,

E'er made that haste that they have. By the gods,
I have seen these Britons, that you magnify,

Run as they would have out-run time, and roaring,
Basely for mercy roaring; the light shadows,
That in a thought scur o'er the fields of corn,
Halted on crutches to 'em.

Bonduca, Act I. Scene I.-BEAUMONT and FLETCHER.

FLOWERS.

The flowers all tell to thee a sacred, mystic story, How moistened earthy dust can wear celestial glory. On thousand stems is found the love-inscription graven :

"How beautiful is earth, when it can image heaven!" Strung Pearls.—Ruckert.

FLOWERS. Beauty of Field

Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you, 'tis true, Yet, wildings of Nature, I dote upon you,

For ye waft me to summers of old,

When the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight, And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight, Like treasures of silver and gold.

FOOLERY.

Field Flowers.-THOMAS CAMPBELL.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun;

it shines every where.

Twelfth Night, Act III. Scene I.-SHAKSPERE.